The Long Forgotten Soul

Chapter 4 First meetings

Chapter 4

First meetings

Even though I had to have at least one other person with me I decided I was better of on my own. Considering I have always done  what I've have been told to do... I just didn't feel like it today. As I wondered away from the crowd I had the feeling I was being followed. I turned the corner and headed towards were the Gallery should be. I'll tell you another secret, I... have a Photographic memory allowing me to use key objects to remember were things are. At the end of the corridor something caught my eye, a bright white light, lit up the other end of the corridor, something about it seemed deadly, then again, I felt as if it was pulling me in. Unfortunately, just like my dad, I allowed my curiosity and nosiness to get the better of me. The closer I got the more it felt like a bad idea, but I was still eager to proceed. I finally reached the ofter end. The light was not as blinding as I had expected it to be, I took deep, deep breaths, composing my self before running head in to something unknown, thats when I turned the corner. 

In front of me stood a girl dressed in white, her white hair and white skin made it very difficult to make out what part of her was her body and which was her clothes. Then it Struck me, how could I have missed it. The girl was standing on the balcony that appeared to be over looking the Atrium, and directly in front of her was the painting of Sandra VanBisson. The only thing was, that I could see the faint outline of the railing and the painting through the other side of her skin. I rubbed my eyes thinking I had imagined it, but it was pretty real to me.

It's as if she knew she was being watched, because she started to slowly turned around, my body was screaming at me to run, but I was rooted to the spot. Her face was stained by the long dried out tears, her features were beautiful but were ruined by her messy white and grey hair. Her eyes widened, as if surprised to see me. Then her face was destroyed by an ugly anger as she raced towards me, by that point I was already running back down the corridor.

The sudden feeling of being watched, crawled uncomfortably up my nonexistent spine, I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as I'm so used to watching other people, wondering too and forth through the house that was once flooding with life walk right past me as if I was only a fragment of the imagination. By this point I had already seen what it was that was watching me, it was none other than the boy who was so intrigued by my painting. The poor boy was shaking all over, he looked like he might faint. Even with this in mind I thought I might have a little fun with him. Unfortunately, having spent years alone has darkened my character considerably, allowing myself to scare senseless who ever comes into my grasp. Putting on the most hideous face I could I Charged for the boy. I hadn't even gotten to arms length, when he bolted down the corridor. One of the advantages of being a ghost allows me to.... I think the word is teleport right into my victims view. Relaxing I imagined my victims scared face and imagined standing right in front of him. This time it actually worked, I was successfully standing in front of the now cowering boy plastering himself against the wall. With no second thought I lunged for his throat, tightening my grip around it.

Oh god, oh no. I can't die like this, someone Help ME. Her face was twisted with unusual grace. Even though her skin was transparent, it was solid. I could feel myself wanting to through up as her grip tightened. My head started to pulse as I could feel the darkness seep in. Hands now loosening around her wrist, I don't know why but I suddenly felt sorry for her and said " I'm sorry for what happened to you" obviously not very clearly.

The feeling was overpoweringly strong, the boy now sinking slowly to his death was nothing but a speck of dust in the palm of my hand. His strong, firm grip was starting to loosen around my wrist. I looked into his beautiful sea blue eyes and saw nothing but pity and sympathy for me. The fool was actually taking pity on me. Then he said in between strangled cries, " I'm sorry for what happened to you." At those very words, my face slackened. What did he say? Did he just apologised for what happened about 276 years before he was born?. His eyes began to roll back in his skull. Panicking, I suddenly rememered how my limbs worked, wrapping my free arm around his waist, I released my grip around his throat.

My whole body, began to feel numb, with out instructing them to, my eyes began to roll, backwards into my skull. At that point I felt a cold arm wrap itself around my waist, and the grip around my wind pipe disappeared. I allowed myself to be lowered gently to the floor. Chocking and spluttering, I tried to scream for help, but a cold but gentle finger pressed softly onto my lips. Able to focus now, I looked straight into her now gentle eyes. Even with this sudden turn of events I still didn't trust her.   " HEl...mpphhh" before I could even finish my desperate bid for help she clapped her hand around my mouth.

He was breathing normally now, thank god. He was shaking like mad, his whole body seemed to vibrate across the cold floor. Suddenly his hand flew to his throat, anticipating a scream, I clapped my hand around his mouth just in time for no one to hear him. Struggling now he seemed even more frightened than before. My grip still staying firm I said " Thank you " at this he stopped still. Eyes widening, " I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth, If you make a single noise you will be dead before you even noticed. Please nod If you understand." The boy began to nod very slowly. " Please remove your hands from my wrist" Slowly and reluctantly he removed his hands from my wrist. Once I was sure he wouldn't scream I slowly removed my hand from his mouth. He lay there in my arms, unsure what to do with himself, and looked up into my eyes expecting me to do something. " I beg you please do not kill.... mmmm" again I clapped my hand over his mouth, thinking he was going to scream. He closed his eyes tightly expecting to die right here and now. Not wanting to make things even worse I removed my hand from his mouth.... again. Slowly he began to open his eyes. " I am telling you once and once only " I began " Do not tell anyone I exist, OR..." raising my voice, only to a loud whisper " I will force you to walk these halls alongside me."